You’re beautiful.
Your smile,
The way that laughter bursts out of you,
The light in your eyes
When you talk about the things you love.
You’re beautiful.
I am so sorry
For a world that judges you
At a glance,
A world that rejects you
For a different image,
A world that is blind
And selfish
And deeply broken.
I am so sorry.
I think you’re beautiful.
The shade of your skin,
The colour of your eyes,
Your hair, and size, and shape,
It’s perfect.
Who you are—
Inside and outside
You are worth so much more
Than they have told you.
My voice may not mean much,
But I know
The Master Artist thinks so too.
Have you seen it?
Can you dare to believe just how precious you are?
You are precious,
Just the way you are.
Every part of you
Wonderfully made.
A masterpiece.
Beautiful.
